The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 65 Ch Taylor

The sound of knives and forks scraping against the dinner plate could almost be heard in the restaurant.

It's not even as loud as chewing.

The Taylor family is not aristocratic, and the guests they entertain today do not have to strictly follow the order of dining.

Regardless of the appetizers, appetizers and main dishes, the waiter brought out a large plate of browned grilled fish, several sizzling steaks, two bowls of avocado and tomato vegetable salad, a braised chicken, and a plate of seafood mixed chowder. and a bottle of cabernet wine.

Of course, there is no need to adhere to dining etiquette too much.

After a moment of silence, Randolph Taylor was the first to break the silence.

"As you wish, Roland."

"Today was a little rushed, and I don't know if what I prepared is to your liking."

"This is rich enough." Roland praised sincerely.

The servants present could not help but wonder, as if they were wondering why a blind man could accurately distinguish between a knife and a fork and point them at the food.

Then, Randolph drove them away, leaving only the middle-aged maid named Theresa.

Beatrice and her brother sat at one end, and Roland sat on the other, facing them.

Randolph raised his glass.

"To you, Roland Collins. Friend of the Taylor family and benefactor of my sister."

Roland then raised his glass and took a sip, "Here's to you too, my good friend and good brother."

Randolph took a big sip impolitely, looked at his "greasy-faced" sister who was busy eating, and turned to Roland and said: "My father travels to Porti (Port) in Getzhora every year. , has been gone for half a month.”

He was worried that Roland would think he was not entertaining him well.

"When he comes back, I hope to invite you to visit again."

"We are friends, Randolph." Roland rubbed the glass.

While talking, the servant served some hot pie and cheese pudding.

"Yeah, we're friends."

Randolph laughed heartily after hearing what he said: "I believe you have also had scruples. That sharp-tongued Mrs. Chloe - ah, yes, I won't talk about her good deeds. I want to tell you , Roland, I am a good brother, I don’t want my sister to suffer in anyone’s house.”

He glanced at Beatrice and saw that the girl had no reaction, so he raised his eyebrows at Roland helplessly.

"I can ask for nothing more than friendship from a promising executive."

This implies that Roland certainly understands.

"I think I want nothing more from Randolph Taylor than friendship - and of course, 'no one knows if it's going to rain tomorrow.' I respect fate's choices, and I hope fate respects mine."

Roland learned how to hold the wine glass with both hands and shake it gently, but after these words, there was silence in the restaurant.

Except for the sound of Beatrice chewing.

Randolph squinted his eyes and observed Roland carefully, and the muscles on the sides of his nose and face drooped.

He looked gloomy for a moment, like a fox with sharp teeth crawling in the grass waiting for prey.

"What's wrong? I'm not good at it?" Roland tilted his head and stared at the steak in front of him. "Is there something wrong with the skills I learned from Mrs. Chloe's salon?"

He swirled the red wine glass again.

Randolph stared at Roland and said nothing for nearly twenty seconds.

If he heard correctly, Roland meant...

Randolph suddenly grinned.

All the haze in his eyes dissipated.

"You are unlike anyone I have ever met, Roland," he repeated. "anyone."

"That's 'anyone's' fault, not mine." Roland put the chosen piece of meat on the plate, cut it lightly with the blade, divided it into small pieces, and put one piece in his mouth. .

Pause for a moment:

"It's not Beatrice Taylor's fault either."

Those amber eyes stared straight into nothingness, but were extremely determined.

The curvature of the corners of Randolph's mouth became wider and wider.

He was suddenly extremely rude and even laughed unbridled, and his voice echoed in the restaurant.

"Yes, yes! That's great! You're right!"

Randolph didn't know how to praise the handsome and elegant precious person opposite him.

Rather than praising his appearance, it is better to praise his clear and sincere heart.

"These words are as beautiful and pure as the gift you gave Betty!"

Roland didn't want to talk more about this matter.

Regarding his views on some things, he has long known that he is not 'pure' enough - his thoughts that have been 'contaminated' by Miss Nina always make him say something shocking.

This is sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Will cause trouble.

"So, what can I do for my friend? Randolph, I'm just an executive."

Randolph wiped his mouth slowly and put down the cloth.

"nothing."

This was the answer he gave Roland.

"I don't need my friends to frame my competitors for me, and use 'harboring cultists' or 'performing illegal rituals' to attack those destined losers; nor do I need to make friends with those hiding guys through you, and then use curses or Bones harm others.”

"The Taylor family officially emerged from my grandfather's generation. Our ancestors are not prominent, and we all worked hard by ourselves. I can defeat the enemies of the Taylor family within the rules."

"Roland, I just need your promise that you will stand up when someone uses disgraceful means on me and my family."

"Especially family."

That's what Randolph Taylor asked for.

Compared to the detectives of the Supervisory Bureau, the executive officers of the Tribunal have more say in the matter of cultists.

"No problem."

Roland readily agreed.

"Then, let's start today."

In Randolph's confusion, Roland gently put down his knife and fork.

"I have to confess something to you, Randolph. Can you call other servants over?"

Randolph didn't know what Roland meant, but he still followed his request and winked at Theresa to call most of the servants in the house.

There were not many servants, at least not as many as Chloe's.

After they all stood up, Roland said to Randolph with a serious face: "My friend, I think you have to speak for me."

This sentence made Beatrice, who was working hard on the steak, suddenly raise her head.

Randolph was stunned and hurried to answer: "Roland, is there any poor hospitality--"

"No. I heard that something was lost," Roland said seriously: "I just came here as a guest today, and I encountered this--"

Hearing this, Randolph's frown relaxed.

So that's it.

"Maybe it wasn't today, maybe it was lost in a carriage or at a banquet, which is too common."

"But I understand what you mean, Roland."

""A gentleman should not fall under the gossip of others." "

The shrewd heir naturally understood the hidden meaning.

Just like the standard answer of "the weather is nice", when the other party says this, then, as the host, you should use words such as "affirmative" and "no doubt" to show your attitude in public.

In other words, if Randolph really avoided the question, it would be very clear: you are not welcome here.

No fool would say this.

It's like a fixed rule, a courtesy that everyone knows.

"Okay, okay - if someone doubts Roland Collins one day, let him doubt Randolph Taylor first! "

Randolph made a joke.

Betty had lost things more than once or twice. He was too busy with business to take care of them, but the Taylors didn't care about the money.

The nobles could laugh at the Taylors' vulgarity, but they would never dare to question the treasury that could turn vulgarity into elegance.

Randolph was rubbing his thumbs, thinking about starting a new topic and asking the servants to leave, when his sister, Beatrice, suddenly raised the dinner knife--

and chopped it on the porcelain plate, breaking it into several pieces!

The huge breaking sound scared everyone!

--Not only Randolph, but even Theresa and the servants had never seen Beatrice like this.

She was staring at her brother with wide eyes.

"It's not Roland!"

"What, what--?" Randolph was confused.

"No, it's, Roland!" She spoke word by word, as if she had used up all her strength to spit it out.

It was so sharp.

"No, Betty, put down the knife... What's going on? What are you talking about--"

"It's not Roland who hurt me!"

Beatrice threw down the knife and yelled, "It's not him! It's not him who hurt me! It's not him who hurt me! It's not him who made me lick those nasty shoes! It's not him! No! You can't! You can't stop him from coming! Come! Come tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow tomorrow!"

She got louder and louder.

Teresa's face gradually darkened.

Randolph was stunned for a few seconds.

Soon, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, gently stroked his sister's blonde hair, and soothed her with gentle words.

"Yes, I will let Roland come often, dear. Who can stop him from coming? He likes you so much, and you like him so much. Roland and I are the best friends, and we see each other often-which also means that you see each other often, okay?"

Beatrice was still angry, but she was finally calm.

"Ugly shoes? "

The pale, pointed-faced young man stroked his fingers. At this moment, he seemed particularly calm: "But if it's not Roland, who else could it be, Betty."

Beatrice pursed her lips, like a deflated ball, shrinking her neck and looking away.

Randolph didn't seem to be in a hurry, and slowly "threatened" his sister: "If I can't figure this out, I'm afraid... Oh... You may really have a hard time meeting..."

The threat really worked.

As soon as these words came out, Beatrice immediately grabbed her brother's sleeve, squeezed it hard, turned her head, and looked at Roland with pleading eyes.

--But no one responded.

Roland didn't say anything anymore, lowered his head, and cut the steak by himself. . My brother also raised his glass, watching the red waves of blood in it, staring in silence.

The restaurant fell into a terrifying silence.

So...

Some of the usual cowardice finally became different today.

There was an indelible fear in her eyes, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat - but despite this, her eyes still firmly passed over the back of the chair and pointed to a corner in the distance.

The woman who was trying to hide herself among the servants.

"So that's it."

Randolph said softly, expressionless: "Ah, it's an unprecedented insult."

The elongated tone was like a cone that was about to make people wail, cold and sharp.